New Roles

Three months. That's how long it had been since my good-for-nothing sister and her scumbag boyfriend had somehow switched bodies with me and my girlfriend, before promptly skipping town and leaving us stuck in their dead-end lives. With next to nothing in our new bank accounts, it was all we could do to scrape by each month, much less chase the two of them across the country.

Working Man

Whether it was as a mechanic, working construction, or just general manual labor, I'd always made a living using my hands. When the Great Shift dropped me in the body of some dainty blonde, I figured those days were over. My foreman, in his brother's body, laughed as he watched me try to even pick up a jackhammer.

In the process of feeling sorry for myself, I spent a lot of time in bed. Now, the thing about spending a lot of time in bed after being unexpectedly dropped in the body of some leggy chick is that you find some interesting ways to pass the time. To distract yourself, if you will. After a few weeks, I was "distracting myself" on a daily basis.

I finally decided it was time to get back on my feet, in a manner of speaking. As you can see, I'm still using my hands, but I've branched out to other body parts as well. I even work with my old construction crew from time to time!

Losing His Mind and Finding Hers

"Jason? Jas-- I mean, Kristen? Are you home?"

It was getting worse every day. She'd used that weird medallion to switch our bodies last week, and I feel myself slipping into her personality, her identity, more and more.

Putting a Mouth to Better Use

Stephen used to open his mouth any time the topic of black men came up.

To be fair, he still does, but now it's for very different reasons.

Ride 'Em Cowgirl

Darrell kicked the dirt as he cussed under his breath. "Another week, and not one of them damn cows is pregnant." He sighed, looking up at the cloudless sky. "I wish I had a stud here that knew what the fuck to do with a cow and could--ahh, fuck me!!"

In his distracted state, Darrell had managed to step in a fresh cow pie, getting it all over one of his good boots. He'd barely turned back towards the hose when a tremendous thunderclap boomed overhead. It was so loud that his eyes blurred and he nearly lost his balance.

In Too Deep

Don't worry, everyone panics the first time. I'm a guy, you think. This was all a mistake. You swore that it would just be a quick experiment to get those taboo thoughts out of your system, then it got out of hand. Maybe you blame it on the hormones from your new body. You were overwhelmed by the feeling of your big, sensitive tits. Perhaps you blame alcohol for giving in to your feminine urges.

Regardless of how you got here, you never thought you'd find yourself gagging on the dick of some random stranger, terrified of how much you love it. How can you ever go back after this?

Let's be honest, sweetie. You've always craved this, being used by a real man, letting him have his way with you and then thanking him afterwards. You want to spend your days switching between being on your back and on your knees. You've always been a slut. You just never realized until now.

Tomorrow For Sure

 "Seriously Austin, we need to figure this out, like, yesterday. I keep fighting it, but every day I just want your dick more and more."